MN

The freedom of your laugh& the crinkle around your eyesYour brown eyed mischiefThe truth in your white liesThe grin that’d follow right on cueI remember you.The crimson colored flowersI had saved in pages of booksWith some romantic notionI threw them outUnceremoniously, too…Yet, I remember you.The things you said& the way you’d say them to meYour reason, your patience, your powerRendering me both chained & freeIrrevocably torn in twoI remember you.Glimpses of an old memoryI snatch unknowingly, in mundane daily actsYour shadow creeps up unnoticedMy very own dream amidst all the factVague, unclear, almost overlookedHolding me back from anything newIt’s been so long that I hardly doBut still, I remember you